Evil in the neighborhood.
Fem! Yandere neighbor × fem! reader.PartI
Trigger warning!! : illegal filming, murder, serial murders, foul language, gore, chase.
You were walking home from work, your whole body aching and humming as if a locomotive had run over you.. Aaaaaaah... How tired you were. you wish you could get home and lie down in a warm bath. On the way, you plugged your headphones into your phone and turned on "Satan Prayer" by Ghost. Your favorite band. And the song itself pleases your ears, long-suffering from your boss's shouts. You were looking at your feet when you walked, so you didn't notice the person walking in front of you.
This person turned out to be an amazingly tall albino girl. With Asian features. She has curly white hair down to her collarbones, red eyes (the right eye is closed for some reason), and almost white skin. There are many scars on her thin face - one on the bridge of her nose, the second and third cross the right side of her mouth, and the fourth... The fourth curls from the jawline to the hairline. Her body is covered in scars and muscles. She is dressed in a black T-shirt and white sweatpants, with black stripes on the sides. Her appearance is truly frightening. Her red eye stared coldly into your soul. Only now did you notice a rather large sports bag in her sinewy hand. A slight expression of fear and nervousness appeared on your face.
And then you jogged past her. And while you weren't looking, her cold gaze changed and became more interested and even embarrassed. Okay, that's too much. When you ran to your apartment, you found a freight truck at your entrance. And from there, movers were moving furniture right into your entrance. And when you had already approached your apartment, you discovered that they were moving furniture right into the apartment opposite yours. Ahh... if only it were some nice-looking young man.. You jumped in fear when huge, and really hot palms lay on your hunched shoulders. And from behind your back, a familiar voice was heard, which echoed frighteningly in the stinking entrance.
"Oh, and hello again, my little sparrow. It turns out we're neighbors."
You turn around, already grabbing your pepper spray, and it turns out to be that creepy girl you crashed into a couple of minutes ago!
"Eeek!! Why am I some kind of bird?! And what's more, I don't even know you, and you're already calling me that....."
"Hmm, I called you sparrow because you're timid and nervous. And because your height isn't that great. And you're not very muscular either."
A grin appeared on her pale, thin face as your face began to turn red. Either from anger, or from embarrassment. And then you just turned around and slammed the door in her face and went into your apartment.
Throwing off your shirt, jacket and tie, you are left only in a bra, pants, and socks that seem to already smell of suffering. You quickly wash off your makeup, open the first bottle of beer and turn on the news... Holy shit. The 9th prostitute in your city has already been killed. And on the wall in the hotel at each crime scene there was a smile and 2 letters drawn - H.C. What a horror... And then you think why they introduced a curfew, and finally police patrols began to walk in public places... It was not for nothing that you got a secondary education and went to work in an office... It makes you shudder. Each of these "night butterflies" had their stomach ripped open, and each was hung by their own intestines... disgusting. You switched the channel on the TV to another one, some Turkish series was on. And to the sounds of Turkish swearing you passed out, and no wonder. After all, that's how you slept by the window.
You woke up because of the flash of a camera from the street aimed right at your window. Of course, you understand with your tired and rotten from constant drinking and sleepless from watching porn and true-crime videos that many are interested in the lives of people from the first floors. But since you are not a loser, and you do not want anyone to see your pale/dark/tanned beer belly. So you grabbed an empty beer bottle from the trash, threw on an old white T-shirt with the logo of the group "Metallica" with flip-flops and jumped out the open window screaming. Without holding back your expressions.
"DO YOU HEAR YOU BASTARD, I'M GOING TO PUT THIS PHONE IN YOUR ASSHOLE BITCH!!!"
You rushed at this mysterious photographer, and managed to throw a bottle into this weirdo's hand. The phone broke, and fortunately your photos disappeared too. This weirdo ran away, but you picked up a stone from the asphalt and threw it at him... her....??? You don't know. And this time you hit the target right on target. The "photographer" fell to the ground with loud curses, because the stone hit him/her right between the shoulder blades. And with a sense of accomplishment, you jumped back into the window, and this time the beer was finished. But, your night adventures were not only seen by you. But also by your mysterious, but future "lover"...
Hehehehehehe, I hope you enjoyed this part, expect a sequel this week or next week <3 Love u all <D
